Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
I felt my body tingle in that now familiar way and was tempted to touch myself. But no, Master said my orgasms were now his, I couldn’t pleasure myself without his permission.
The plug in my butt and those balls in my secret place felt even bigger this morning as I moved around on the bed. I wish my Master were here with me now, touching me, caressing me…
Better think of something else Gabriella before you get into trouble. There was no way for him to know if I did touch myself, but I now have to give an account for my day whenever we were apart for any length of time.
Not to mention the new journal he’d given me that I was supposed to write in everyday. I couldn’t see myself lying to him about what I’d done, the thought made me almost nauseous.
I saw the note on his pillow. It was the same type of paper that the contract had been written on. My heart began to race as I reached for it, knowing that it was going to be something good.
I jumped off the bed in excitement after reading it. Please let this mean what I think it does.
There was so much to do, where to begin? At the top Gabriella you dunce! I berated myself as my heart beat a wild tattoo in my chest. I read the note over and over again making sure I got it right.
My hands and knees shook as I tried to calm myself. There were hours yet before his return, but I couldn’t wait. I wanted to get started right away.
Uh-oh. I had to have breakfast first before I did anything else. It didn’t enter my mind to question my allowing someone else to make those decisions for me, something as simple as what I had for breakfast.
I didn’t wonder at the joy it gave me that he took the time to even mention that, such a small thing. But he’s been choosing my meals for me since I moved in.
Just like he’s chosen my clothes, the way I wear my hair, everything. He’s taken me over completely and I find that I’ve never felt this free in my life.
I barely sat still long enough to eat the muesli and drink the orange juice as he’d ordered. There were butterflies running rampant in my tummy and I had to press my hand there more than once to settle myself.
It didn’t say for sure, but why else would he have me get the room ready? The room, I love it; after my initial fear that it was some sort of torture chamber, I have come to love the whole concept of the room as he has explained it.
I found the stuff exactly where he said it would be; the candles, the oils and the other little odds and ends he’d bid me prepare for his homecoming.
I will leave my personal grooming for last, I wanted to take my time and get everything just right.
A bath, maybe a nice long soak would help to calm me, or I’d go mad. I picked up the phone to call my mom. I don’t know why, but I needed to hear her voice today.
Of course I wasn’t going to tell her my suspicions that I was about to lose my virginity tonight, but I needed that connection with my past this one last time.
If all goes the way I think it will, tomorrow I will no longer be her little girl, but a woman. Callan’s woman.
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I trembled with anticipation as I sat on the throne like chair waiting to hear him come through the door.
My fingers crept up to the new collar around my neck, I’ve never owned anything this beautiful in my life. More than the beauty and obvious value of it was what it represented.
I heard his key in the door and almost jumped to my feet, at the last minute I kept still. His orders were very specific. I know it was all part of training me to have self- control, but it was sometimes hard.
Just the sight of his massive cock makes me weak. Cock, it feels so naughty even thinking the word, but master wants me to say them out loud.
I know this is the one area where I’m still a bit of a disappointment and it saddens me, but I guess I still have a few of my old habits to break.
Master says to give myself a break, I’d only been his for a few short weeks and I’d already learned so much; but I wanted to give him everything.
He came into the room and I felt the build-up from the day shoot through me like a tidal wave. He praised me for following his orders and I felt like I’d accomplished something great.